Blaise almost laughed. "You're worried about punishment, and yet your solution is to find a professor? Don't be an idiot."
His neck twitched ever so slightly to the left. It was a sign of gaining composure, of getting back into the state of mind he was in only minutes previous. The girl was right, the punishment would be severe. Best to end it now rather than risk further consequences.
"Tracey," he said, addressing his Housemate, "you and I have better places to be. I'd suggest going back to Slytherin to bathe; it would be impossible to get clean in the presence of such filth." With a raised eyebrow toward Demelza, he headed for the door.